The White Sands are really white. The already sparse vegetation almost completely disappears as you approach the end of the road that extends into the park, leaving the impression of a northern winter “white out,” especially on the cold December afternoon of my arrival.The grey sky reinforced the effect.“Lunar” is an over-used description in writing, but not here.As sunset approaches and the skies clear, the magic of “color on white” appears.Shadows become deep blue, open sand develops a pink tinge, and variations on “warm” are everywhere.There are myriad compositions.Sunrise probably is similar, but not this time.Dense overcast keeps the entire scene a grey-white.The last photo in this slideshow was taken near dawn, and reminds me of a Georgia O’Keeffe painting.
